[ When you're used to being able to open breaches between worlds and hopping through them without much thought, you don't expect to be blindsided by something completely out of the blue and yet for one of the few times in his life Hunter Zolomon is finding himself just that. Blindsided, disorientated and with a coppery tang reminiscent of blood is not how the speedster wanted to find himself yet he's out of it enough that his initial reaction of reaching out and strangling someone until they squawked is dulled down to an irate, murderous look and nothing else. The person currently brushing the dust from him hesitates before continuing on and the curiosity of the situation is beginning to sink in. What kind of place is this? It's certainly not Earth-1 where Hunter had been aiming for. He wasn't often wrong in making breaches so how had he come to arrive in such a bizarre place with odd people and an awful jumpsuit?

Wait, a jumpsuit? Instantly Hunter opens his mouth to demand answers only to find himself silently shushed. It's frustrating; he'd been in his speedster attire when jumping breaches and the idea that these people have seen him in his Zoom uniform is a problem. Killing them all would be quick and a little entertaining but distraction comes in the form of a glowing display light and Hunter quickly finds himself watching what the woman has to say. Haunted? Noise not allowed? Hunter has seen many worlds in his quest to be the only speedster but none that come with rules like this and to say it wasn't curious would be a lie. There's no feeling of being threatened by the idea of ghosts, spirits or monsters as such — they would have to catch him first. No, there's only the slight annoyance that somehow his plans have been interfered with in the long run.]

Where are my clo — [ Hunter doesn't get further than that before he's hushed and each time he tries a variation of "where are my clothes?" it ends up the same way. Soon enough the frustration kicks in enough that he gives up on that idea (he can try to find them later) and for now he'll stand to one side, weighing his options. New place, no seeming way out that he can tell and the rules of staying silent in case some monsters come and eat them. Maybe it could be useful for his plans involving Earth-1? Bringing some of this back would certainly make Barry's day a bit more entertaining in the worst ways. It just means he's going to have to play nice until the full scope of things are understood and almost out of habit Hunter changes his posture into one more relaxed, expression softening ever so slightly. If he has to play at Jay again for a while then so be it, it simply means he'll get the jump on things when needed just like last time. Anyone looking his way will see nothing more than a six foot four blond looking a little lost, but mostly harmless as he pokes around on the device given and gets shooed out of the door.]

un: sixfour
On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the worst possible situation ever, how bad is this place?

[ Hunter stares at the door in front of him, the long hallway stretching out behind him. He has a feeling he knows how this will go, the last few nights have been a cacophony of bad dreams, reminding him of the points in his life when things were the worst. Hunter can tell himself all he wants that those moments were what defined him, what made him the monster he is today. It just doesn't change the emotions at the time, (you're gonna want to see this, son), the feelings of a family that never came to claim him, or the realization that the doctors never knew what to do with him except constantly subject him to high voltages in the hope it somehow cured him. They never did know what to do with a serial killer; they were just that rare on Earth-2.

This time it's different and Hunter would be a liar if he said there wasn't any trepidation as he opens the door, brows furrowing as he waits to find out what this clusterfuck is going to be this time. It certainly doesn't disappoint; before the speedster can even take note he's falling, the feeling of his stomach sinking to his feet taking over. Speedsters may be all that, but they certainly can't run much when there's no surface to grab on to. There has to be something to grab on to, some kind of ledge —

When Hunter hits the ground moments later with an oompf he stays still, taking stock of what's around him before getting up and giving the person next to him an apologetic shrug. He has no idea what that was either. The scene that begins to play out is instantly recognisable too and Hunter's expression instantly shifts, guarded as he recognises the neat and nice living room they're now in. He's seen this one a few times, but not with someone else nearby and he watches the other out the corner of his eye, interested to see just how they'll react to the scene that begins to play out, the kind that starts with a man named James Zolomon coming home from the War to start screaming at his wife, grabbing her by the arm and yelling about how much he's done and how this is what he comes back to. Anyone who looks around will spot the young kid on the stairs, silently watching it unfold. It's not ideal anyone seeing this kind of personal background and Hunter would have preferred to avoid it, knowing it would raise questions yet all things considered it could have picked worse things to be showing all and sundry.

"Who do you think you are? Do you know what I went through over there? Do you know the sacrifices I made for you? I come back after years of fighting for this country and this is my welcome home?"

[ For Hunter himself it's easy enough to watch as the man spies his son on the stairs, telling the kid to come down and watch carefully as his mother pleads on the floor. He even makes sure to watch the scene unfold to it's grisly end, watching as his father grabs a nearby shotgun, positions his kid to a front row seat to watch as his mother is shot in the head. It's something Hunter has seem time and time again in his mind, but not quite in so much detail since it happened and he glances back over to the person that's with him, ignoring the chaos behind him for now.]

Sorry you had to see that.

[ooc: open to anything, even if it's just people bumping into each other and trying to hold a conversation without words. feel free to PM or PP enabled